War

(الألبوم: I Ain't Gone Lie - 2017)

You want war, nigga pop off
Keep talking crazy, get your fucking mouth shot off
Catch his ass in traffic, he get blocked off
For that chicken I'll add a little hot sauce
I just popped two percs and I threw up
I'll get a nigga's house blew up
I ride around with chopsticks, I don't give two fucks
All white lining, that look like the Ku Klux
I'll put him on your ass, you acting too tough
Cop some choppers, beckon to my man to scoot up
Talking crazy on wax, we gon' boot up
Caught stumbling on my line, he want to shoot us
FMB DZ, bitch I'm top shotta
Need some work then see me, I need top dollar
Nigga say he want beef, I let that Glock holler
You can holler at DT for that rotweiller
I be down the way, under the radar
Just bought a box of two-two-threes for my AR
Told them boys to get a bag, what up JR
Baby chopper in the car, you know it's not far
That Glock ain't got no safety, better play smart
And when I throw 'em they gon' stick like when you play darts
I ain't graduate but bitch I got some street smarts
I told my niggas we all equal, that's that Meech talk

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TAG
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Pussy nigga TAG, yeah
Fast Money Boyz
Pull up on your block and we make hella noise
Fast Money Boyz
Pull up on your block and we make, shh